Transcendence of Wounds/Lament of a Weary Soul

Peel the skin that weeps, The only thing that sleeps is my sliced wounds weeping for closure of putrid stinging pain.

Glistening, blood filled with life but resurrecting dead cells to life.

SELL MY SOUL AND HOPE TO CHANGE MY WAYS AND SELF WITHIN ME.

Wish the sea carry my body and cleasen my soul. my body feels weary and dreary, That I wish I was buried in a cemetery.

But dead is scary but I rather have my soul carried into the next chapter.

- written by kaleigh